#hammerlockcd

“Alistair-- don’t-- don’t listen to that harpy on the echo. I don’t have a lick of doubt in me.” He shivered-- trembling despite being close to the fire. He felt cold-- so cold. His hands shook in their bindings, his stomach turning in knots. For another moment, he wasn’t himself.

talon rest on a partially empty shelf near where he sat, always a close distance from dad.   however, her attention was on the other man, head tilting, chirping for attention.   ❝  when’s the wedding?  ❞

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Teddy’s lived on Pandora all his life, so he knows the scariest of creatures that the planet has to offer. But to see one up close -- this close! -- sparks panic, and it’s instinctive at this point to grip onto the nearest thing, and usually it’d be Dad and his leg or arm, but...

Sir Hammerlock’s voice sounds, at least, kind rather than abrasive, or annoyed, despite Teddy’s grip rivalling an iron vice. “Sorry,” he mutters, taking two small and shuffling steps back, “got scared.” Still eyeing the creature warily, despite it’s apparent docile nature, he takes another baby-step backwards, then checks behind him -- never be too careful.

“Sooner you accept that yah sister is a lost cause-- sooner we can let that Vault Huntah deal with her.” He was not keen on Aurelia taking up residence in his home, much less her abduction of his beloved. He was thankful enough to have Alistair back in his arms-- the loss of his father still weighed heavily on him, but losing his beloved would be something he could never bounce back from.

[ I want five more bl multis on my desk today by 3 pm

@hammerlockcd​ said: “I think I need a long shower now… along with some self reflection…” ( young au uwu ) 

“Oh? O-Oh.” He forced a smile, shifting in the bed, adjusting the covers to preserve what little modesty he had left. A night of drinking and talking had gotten a bit intimate, resulting in the two heading to Winny’s room. What followed was probably the best night of his life-- they hadn’t gone all the way-- but things certainly got hot and heavy between them.

@hammerlockcd​ meme’d: “ i can’t — feel my l–leg…

“Alistair-- Alistair now you look into my eyes. Look at me-- It’s alright. Ya here with me.” His voice was soft-- soothing but gruff from having just been startled awake. Wainwright was a light sleeper-- always had been. The moment Alistair slipped out of his grip he was on alert. The man was talking about his leg. The prosthetic sat beside the bed on a chair-- same as his arm.

“Love-- Love ya lost ya arm years ago. Are the pains botherin’ ya?” He’s swift, moving behind his husband, hands on his shoulders, massaging firmly. Hopefully it would help ease his strain. Wainwright leaned own, nuzzling one of his ears, trying to help ground him.